So, Ricky Braddy, no one on this godforsaken planet has a foggy clue who you are. No more than two of the six guys performing tonight can get through, based on the rules, and you'll be sharing a stage with five of the best-known contenders -- including David Archuleta's preachy uncle, who gets more face time in any given montage sequence than you've gotten all season. Oh, and did I mention that you'll be singing second out of twelve?
It's a conspiracy, I say! A conspiracy against Ricky Braddy! I call bullshit on the forces trying to keep Ricky Braddy down!
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I think what's-his-face who sang the song about the hick town? Is equally being kept down.
I'll say this for Ricky Braddy: if you're dumped into the semifinals with absolutely no previous exposure on this show and have to come out on top to move on, rather than simply avoid the bottom as in the past few years, then that is exactly the performance you must give. Don't know if it'll work, but he basically did everything he had to do in order to counter the show's utter apathy towards him up to now.
I can't stop calling him Justin Bobby.
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